The little boy, around 10 years of age, was walking. Where? For some reason, he was walking towards a big, yellow beast. It made loud noises. It grumbled and swallowed children. As he got closer, it did as well. Then it stopped. He walked into the beasts mouth.
He sat down in its stomach with the rest of the eaten children. They are shouted and screamed, making all the bigger eaten children mad. The bigger children told the small eaten children to be quiet. The younger children didn't listen.
Then, the monster moved. It moved so fast. It kept making turns and the eaten children were screaming and crying. The little boy hugged a little girl that looked similar to himself. They both held onto each other, frightened. The little bit let go, making the smaller girl cry more. Then, everything moved quicker than usual. Things that were eaten with the children flung through the air. The children went flying. Then it was dark.
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I whistle and walk around the quiet town. Nobody is outside since its 5 in the morning on a Saturday. This is usual for me. I get up early, take a walk in this small town. They don't know why I do this.
I do though.
I do this because I feel a connection here. It makes me feel happy, yet sad. I don't know why. Mat suggested it was because I might have lived here in my last life. That would be cool. But then why would I feel happy and sad? Did I have a depressing life?
Gee, I hope not. That would suck. I died at a young age, so if I was depressed, I had child depression, and i don't like the sound of that.
Like, at all.It's really nice this morning. A nice cool breeze as the sun slowly rises. Birds chirp in unison, making a beautiful melody. I know, it's clichè, but what can I say? It's just marvelous. The sky even looks happy.
I admit it. I'm getting a little bored.
Ok, that's a lie.
I'm really bored.
I should call the guys and see if they could come to town with me. You know what, nah. Ill have a bit of fun.
I walk to the park, making markers appear with my magic.
Oh wait......you didn't know I had magic. Well, I do. Since I'm a messenger for "Doggo" I get some pretty powerful magic. Yay.
I'm not bragging! Shut up.
Anyways, onto the totally nonillegal thing I'm about to do.....because it isn't against the law. Pfft why would I do that?!?
OK yeah it might be a little against the law, but that's okay! I'll be fine.
I walk I use the markers and write inside one of those huge ass yellow swirly type slides. Then I get a better idea. With my magic I make several different spray paint cans appear on the ground beside the wall. Oh my god this is the best idea I have ever gotten!
I grin and get to work, spraying the wall to make all kinds of different colors make some really cool pictures. Ok, I admit, I'm not the best at painting.....Or spray painting....But I am damn proud of the shit I made right here!
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Once I'm done I step away in awe at my own masterpiece. Somehow, I don't know how, but somehow, I made the best portrait of me and the gang. In the picture, all of us are leaning against one another. Obviously I put cry at the end with Felix giving him support with his shoulder. They would be a cute couple, so I just made fanart to my ship kind of!
I put Mat in the middle because he is the leader and he would be pissed if I put myself in there for the center of attention. Of course I put me next to him because I could basically be second in command.
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The Dream Guardians
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